Barry Allen Imagines

Mine

;)

"Okay Y/n, he's at CCPD, remember who you play, Detective Y/l/n, make it believable, apparently you two are husband and wife and both your dad and him hate each other." Her partner gave her a quick lesson on her doppelganger. 

"Wait, why?" 

"Something with you becoming a police officer for Bartholomew to go to college, your dad thought of it as selfish and didn't want you to get hurt as being one, so he hates Bartholomew with a passion and vice versa." 

"Wow that's alot to take in." 

"Don't worry no pressure. Just remember if you screw this up we can't get back he has what we need, get close to him and snatch it, maybe seduce him?"

"Rina I am not seducing him!" She yelled whilst buttoning up the shirt to her doppelganger's police uniform.

"You have to, you have to get close enough to get it, you know do it with him then ask him, he will be too vulnerable to not give it to you, I mean look at him, he is a nerd, easy cake." She reasoned. 

"It may be easy, doesn't mean I won't dread the whole thing." She shook her head at her friend on the phone.

"Why are you dreading it, I thought you wanted to be with Barry, it's basically the same person, probably a bit more annoying." Y/n was now getting annoyed of her friend. 

"Just do the jo-" She took off her intercom for the time being, too tired of this Barry's doppelganger conundrum. Y/n was a teleporter, respectively called shortcut who was accompanied by her tech friend Rina, she liked to be called the brains behind the operation, Y/n just agreed so she would shut up. 

The current mission was to get this software to track down a metahuman and the only person that had this one of a kind technology was Bartholomew Henry Allen from Earth 2. Just like the Barry from her Earth, he is probably just a bit more nerdy and awkward than he is. 

Y/n looked at her pantsuit in the mirror, turning at every angle to ensure perfection for this role. Y/n whispered a few encouraging words before stepping out of the apartment and car which she drove to CCPD to start this miserable mission. 

Walking into the building, she was greeted with various good morning's and high fives. Y/n's doppel was a cool detective, liked by all but mostly her husband Bartholomew who just turned the corner but turned back when he noticed his wife. 

"Y/n! You're back from the case? I  thought it was another two days? Anyways I'm just glad you're back, after all I get to spend more time with Mrs. Allen." He smiled a goofy smile at his wife that he loved unconditionally. 

"I'm surprised he hasn't fallen down yet on  your return detective." Iris came into view into a police uniform. 

"Iris?"

"The one and only partner that you love." 

They both hugged, "We need to work on this Hoffman case Detective, word on the street is that there will be another heist at the jewelry store, we should take advantage." 

"We shouldn't rush into anything but let's go talk about it." Y/n challenged, not sure about what to do.

"Bye Bartholomew." They both waved towards him before he ascended upwards towards his lab to do paperwork. 

...

It's now been two days, Y/n has gotten nowhere in this mission mostly because Bartholomew is missing but all those thoughts flew from her mind as she saw him talking to Iris. 

"Allen, come here a second." This was it, the first step.

She grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him up against the wall and collided lips, he was shocked to say the least. 

"Wh-ha-at are you doing?" 

"What a little office PDA between husband and wife is normal." 

"Husband and wife?"

"Yes, wait, where is your ring?" 

"Oh I ah um-"

"Everyone should know that you are a taken man, we should get home, it's getting late."

"Okay." 

...

Finally the two were home as Bartholomew was astonished by the style of decor of the home, it was as though he hadn't seen it before. Y/n began stripping out of her uniform as he shyly turned around due to embarrassment and to give her privacy. Y/n thought nothing of the gesture because of his characteristics, she just smiled and though of it as cute. 

Bartholomew sat on the couch as Y/n stepped out with a beautiful short sleeping gown, there was enough exposed, enough to make him flustered and to of course want more. She straddled his lap and began kissing him with passion as though it was her Barry. Bartholomew was too engrossed in the kiss. His hands went to her waist as they caressed that spot and then went to her silky smooth skin and finally to the clip of her bra. His fingertips grazed over the clip as he was ready to turn her over from the original position and undo it. 

Suddenly, Rina's voice sounded through Y/n's intercom, "Y/n stop." 

Y/n was too busy to listen to her friend. 

"That's not him, he is here with me, unconscious." 

That was enough to make Y/n pull back as she looked betrayed. Bartholomew's lips still lingered in this kiss as he felt the pair of lips detach and open his eyes to see her holding a gun towards him. Immediately his hands went up, he was nervous, he knew he had been caught. 

"Who are you?" She interrogated. 

"You're not my Bartholomew." 

Silence.

"Wait? Barry?" 

He was too nervous to answer once more.

"Oh my God." 

She had kissed him, she had made out with him, so close to something that she wasn't sure she would regret.

"Y/n? My Y/n?"

"Your Y/n?" 

"Yes my Y/n." He stood up from the couch and took the gun out of her hands and embraced her into a hug. He kissed her forehead, happy that he had kissed the girl of his dreams, something he wanted to do for a very long time even if it was under different circumstances. He raised her chin and kissed her familiar lips, the ones that he had grown to love in the past thirty minutes, the ones that he could call mine.

;)

Woe.